I love me. For the longest time, I believed that
no good person would ever love me anymore. The past months proved all wrong as
I underwent the tedious process of moving on from a previous relationship that
made me hate my life so much I had to take medications to be well and to being
in love with the next person who made me happy. I love me. I had to keep myself well for the reason that I need to
be well to be able to live my life according to my plan.
